My Boy, You're Three! — The Ordinary Moments #15
Little A, you are three! How much longer will I get away with calling you little for when you no longer wear pre-walker shoes and you brush your own teeth? The cot is long gone, along with the nappies and bottles and you can hold every conversation we start. You talk about feeling happy or sad, and you tell me off for getting angry. You are completely obsessed with your cars and trains and you master every puzzle or stacker I throw your way. There's no part of you left that says baby, except when you're scared or tired and want a kiss and a cuddle.
You've grown so much since your brother arrived; you're so protective of him, you always ask for us to lay him on your belly and you can't wait for him to be old enough to share a room with (though I imagine this may change). As any sibling relationship, you also get jealous of him stealing the attention and can't stand the noise when he screams but you always try to settle him by copying what you see. I often hear you telling him "Shh, Jesse Blue, it's okay, Archie's here" and kindly giving him back the teether he's desperately grasping for. You are always 100mph and you don't stop until bedtime (you're sort of dropping the nap, but not quite yet). You constantly exclaim "I want to do it all myself!" when we try to help you or show you a new skill.
The years have flown by since you were placed in my arms, the best Christmas present I ever or will ever receive, and you amaze us every single day. We are so incredibly proud of you and thank you for the joy you've brought to our lives; I am nothing without you and your brother. My beautiful boys. So, happy third birthday, my wonderful first-born; you made me a Mother and for that I am eternally grateful.
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